Feeling stuck or intimidated by that essay needed for your college application? That stops now.
The backstory is rich and complicated, but suffice it to say this: Matt Dibley died two years ago in July. Not long after, people started finding dimes, as can be the case when someone dies and the living are more tuned in to spiritual activity. Sometimes the dead leave feathers, sometimes they present as a bird or a butterfly.
It’s been a long time since I was editor of The Charlotte News and wrote for these pages. My…
When Melissa approached me about writing a column for The Charlotte News, I asked what she needed. “The only need is to fill the paper with as much meaningful content as possible.” I’ve been rolling her words over in my mind for a couple of weeks now. It’s a nice image—filling something, anything, with meaningful content. And her request struck me as a metaphor for life.
When I saw the misspelling on the cover of the last issue of the paper my stomach started to hurt and didn’t stop for the rest of the day. Sure, we were under the gun because of the timing of Town Meeting and the push-back of the deadline—the need to get the paper to the printer that afternoon—still, it was sloppy work and there is no excuse for it.
There is an old sugar maple outside our house with a lower branch that reaches out over the lawn. It is a perfect structure in many ways, stately and well-formed. I pamper this tree by enforcing No Parking near its root system and only tapping it for sap every few years.
The library, built 20 years ago and originally designed to hold about 8,000 volumes, now houses a collection of nearly 16,000 items. Space available for providing the increasing number of programs requested and supported by the community is inadequate.